Ning Rongrong, All Talk and No Skill

She wore a fresh, elegant light aqua knee-length dress, its hem swaying gently in the breeze.

Her chin-length hair was meticulously styled.

Her dewy skin was like Lard White Jade, like a peeled lychee—fair with a rosy tint, so delicate it seemed ready to break at a touch.

Her exquisite features were radiant and captivating, especially those lively, large eyes, which were now staring straight at them without blinking.

The young woman stood about 1.65 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, slender limbs, and a graceful bearing.

She exuded an air of nobility, the elegance and confidence nurtured in her from childhood and carved into her bones. Her poise was impeccable.

When she saw the three people walking out of Ye Manor, especially Xu Fan at the center—

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

Xu Fan really existed!

Her gaze gradually grew heated, filled with undisguised surprise, curiosity, scrutiny, and even an urge to devour Xu Fan whole.

An excited voice cried out in Ning Rongrong's heart.

This is Xu Fan!

He looks so good! So handsome!

His clean, refined face, calm and composed temperament, tall and slender figure... he perfectly matched her taste.

Ning Rongrong felt her heartbeat quicken, and an unconscious smile spread across her face.

She adjusted her stance to make herself appear more poised, then headed toward Xu Fan and the other two with light steps.

On the way over, she added Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing as friends.

[Ning Rongrong: I didn't expect you two to have this too. Then again... without it, you wouldn't be by Xu Fan's side.]

[Dugu Yan: Ning Rongrong, you're not going to your Shrek Academy after all?]

[Ning Rongrong: That shitty place? I'm never going there in my life. Following Xu Fan has a better future.]

[Dugu Yan: You're the Young Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Just like that?]

[Ning Rongrong: What does being the Young Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect amount to? If I follow Xu Fan, I might even become a god someday. Then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can count as my dowry.]

[Dugu Yan: Impressive. Won't Sect Master Ning be furious enough to die?]

[Ning Rongrong: What's there to be angry about? I'll just bring them along when the time comes. By the way, I'm coming over now. Remember to play along; I'm your sister.]

Ning Rongrong approached the three of them with a flawless, sweet smile and brisk steps.

"Ah!" Ning Rongrong stretched out both hands and wrapped them around Dugu Yan's arm.

"Isn't this Yanyan Sister?" Ning Rongrong lifted her little face, her smile bright and her tone affectionate. "What are you doing here today? What a coincidence!"

Her lively eyes blinked, filled with delight at this chance encounter.

Ning Rongrong's gaze swept over Xu Fan and Zhu Zhuqing.

It finally settled on Zhu Zhuqing. Her lips twitched. No wonder Xu Fan said Zhu Zhuqing had a great figure—she really did.

She was not petite, nor was she the delicate-branch-bearing-heavy-fruit type, but her figure was truly outrageous.

"And who is this... handsome guy?" Ning Rongrong looked Xu Fan up and down, curiosity and appreciation in her eyes as her smile grew even sweeter.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Dugu Yan and then Xu Fan. "Don't tell me... he's your boyfriend?"

Xu Fan was slightly taken aback.

Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan... were they that close?

Both of their families held high status, so it was possible that they knew each other, but were they really such good friends?

Or were they... pretending?

Was it so Ning Rongrong could get close to him?

But none of that mattered.

Whether Ning Rongrong was sincere or not, she definitely would be in the future.

Dugu Yan was startled when Ning Rongrong clung to her arm, but she played along as well. They would be sisters sooner or later anyway.

"Rongrong, it really is quite a coincidence. This is Xu Fan, my friend."

"This is Zhu Zhuqing, also my friend."

Ning Rongrong gracefully extended her hand. "Hello, I'm Ning Rongrong, Yanyan Sister's friend."

Xu Fan looked at the fair, delicate hand before him and gave it a light shake. It felt slightly cool and soft.

"Miss Ning, a pleasure."

[I've met Rongrong.]

[Are Yanyan and Rongrong really this close? It didn't seem to be this way before. Could something that happened later have caused their relationship to worsen?]

[Hmm... that's possible too. After all, when there are more girls, it's much livelier than when there are men. Forget arguing—fighting is possible too.]

[Sigh... Rongrong, the Little Witch. Now that I've met Rongrong, ninety percent of the things I can recall about her seem to involve the bed.]

[Rongrong was clearly a Little Princess, so why did she enjoy that sort of thing so much? Especially the way she liked to play so wildly—Martial Soul enhancement, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Cup...]

[But Rongrong was the type who was all talk and no skill. Even with Martial Soul enhancement, she couldn't last long, yet she loved playing so much. Even when it was another sister's turn, she would come over to join in, only to be taught a harsh lesson by me.]

[But I have to say, Rongrong's skin was simply incredible.]

[It was astonishingly fair, not a sickly pallor but like the finest Lard White Jade.]

[Under sunlight, it gleamed with a lustrous, delicate sheen, so dewy and translucent that it seemed as though water would seep out with the slightest pinch.]

[That fairness was utterly pure and flawless, worthy of being called the fairest in all of Douluo.]

Seeing Xu Fan's latest words—

Ning Rongrong's Pretty Face reddened at a visible rate.

In the blink of an eye, her entire exquisite little face was covered in an alluring crimson flush. Even her small nose and forehead were not spared.

She hurriedly avoided Xu Fan's gaze.

She screamed inwardly.

Xu Fan! You bastard! What the hell are you talking about?!

Even if I starved to death, I would never be that kind of person!

I'm a Young Miss. How could I possibly like that kind of thing?

Martial Soul enhancement, Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Cup...

Cup your big head!

Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing beside her nearly failed to hold back their laughter.

Ning Rongrong looked cute and sweet, and even carried an air of nobility.

Yet no one expected that she and Xu Fan would play so wildly in private.

Though she was all talk and no skill.

[Dugu Yan: Rongrong, my dear Younger Sister, you're addicted already. You just need to train your body a little.]

[Ning Rongrong: Ah!!! This definitely isn't me! I, Ning Rongrong, would never be like this! I'm not lusting after Xu Fan's body at all!]

[Dugu Yan: Oh? Then didn't you enjoy watching just now?]

[Ning Rongrong: I... I... I didn't!]

[Dugu Yan: If you want to look, just look. I look too. I have to admit Xu Fan has a great body. Keep it up, Rongrong. I believe in you, but when you get into bed someday, I hope I can watch from the side.]

[Ning Rongrong: Ah!!!! Dugu Yan, shut up! Stop talking about this!]

[Dugu Yan: Hahaha. Rongrong, my Ning Rongrong who's all talk and no skill!]